Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.